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As you can see in the photo, she can't sit still. This isn't entirely diabolical--she's just young and full of energy, especially after she gets her noms.
However, at some point during government shutdown, I began to realize that spending all day with a kitten meant being subjected to CONSTANT motion. Your foot moved? I'm chewing it. Your laptop power cord moved? Pounce! Your hair is moving because of the fan? I must eat it! The constant attacks began to seem kind of evil. I started not doing any activity whatsoever (hair brushing, cooking, reading a book, flossing) without waving her feather toy around to divert the constant tackles. I'm now completely ambidextrous and entirely her minion. And I fear this isn't reversible, even after the government re-opened.